**”I Don’t Need You Anymore”: How the Husband Left His Wife When She Could Finally Be a Mother**
When Eleanor returned from work on a Friday evening, she had no idea this day would change her life forever. Pushing open the door, she called out as usual:
“Darling, I’m home!”
Silence. The house was eerily still.
“Thats odd He should be here by now,” she thought, making her way to the bedroom.
She pushed the door openthen froze. Vincent, her husband, stood by the bed, hurriedly stuffing clothes into a suitcase.
“Vincent What are you doing?” she whispered, disbelief clawing at her throat.
“Leaving,” he answered flatly, not even glancing her way.
“Leaving? Why? Whats happened?”
“Its your father,” he snapped, irritation sharp in his voice.
“My father? What does he have to do with this?”
Eleanor couldnt grasp his words, their meaning, the sheer impossibility of what was unfolding. Right before her eyes, the life shed poured love, patience, and warmth into crumbled to dust.
Theyd met when Eleanor was twenty-eight. Vincent was eight years olderconfident, charming, worldly. Back then, shed believed shed found the right man. Family, friends, everyone insisted it was time to marry. “The clocks ticking,” theyd say. “Youre not getting any younger.” Eleanor began seeing every suitor as a potential husbandand it scared them away.
But Vincent was different. Introduced at a café by a colleague, their conversation flowed effortlessly. He was polite, attentive. And when he discovered Eleanor owned her flat, drove a new car, held a senior position at the council, and had a father who ran a successful business suddenly, he grew even more affectionate.
A year later, they celebrated a lavish weddingall paid for by her father. Vincent didnt object. On the contrary, he eagerly accepted a job as a sales manager in one of his father-in-laws stores.
At first, married life felt like a fairy tale: holidays abroad, fancy dinners, gifts. Only one detail soured itVincent never paid for anything. It was always Eleanor. At first, she didnt mind. Then, she began asking. Eventually, she pleaded.
“Why do I have to support everything?” she complained to a friend. “I want to feel cared for, cherished.”
But Vincent just laughed. “Dont be ridiculous, darling. Its fine. Stop overthinking it.”
At work, he barely lifted a finger, spending hours on his phone, stashing his earnings in a private account. Eleanor never suspected a thing.
Until she fell ill. Seriously ill. A month in hospital. Her parents visited daily; Vincent barely showed. When she finally returned home, she was horrifiedfilth, unwashed dishes, rubbish strewn across the floor.
“You didnt clean?!” she gasped.
“Why would I? Thats a womans job,” he replied dismissively.
“But I was in hospital, Vincent! And you expect me to clean up after you?!”
“Youre home now, arent you? So handle it.”
Shaking with weakness, Eleanor hired a cleaning crew. The doctor warned her: recovery would take at least a year. Even thinking of pregnancy was out of the question.
A year later, when the doctors finally gave the all-clear, she shared the news with Vincent, her voice trembling with hope.
“Can you believe it? We can We can start trying!”
“Busy. Nows not a good time,” he muttered, eyes glued to his PlayStation controllerthe gift shed bought him, now his sole focus.
Weeks passed. He ignored her. Until the day he confessed:
“Listen, Eleanor Im leaving. And I dont want a child with you.”
“What are you saying?!”
“I dont love you. Never did. I was with you because it was convenient. Flat, money, car. Now Im done. I dont need you anymore.”
“Vincent, you cant do this After everything Ive fought for, waited for!”
“Your problem. Im free.”
He zipped the suitcase, tossed in the console, and walked out.
Eleanor stopped eating, stopped sleeping. She sat at home, staring into nothing. Three days later, her frantic parents arrived. Her father, seeing her like that, barely contained his rage.
They took her to their countryside house. Vincent was fired that same night. Soon after, Eleanors father, William Hart, pulled strings to freeze his son-in-laws accounts. Every penny of his “savings” vanished.
Vincent had nothing leftno job, no home. Barely enough to rent a dingy room. What next? He had no idea.
Eleanor, months later, found a new job. There, she met a man named James. He wasnt young, but he was honest, steady, and from the very first glance, treated her with kindness and respect.
Six months later, a miracle: two lines on the test. Tears, laughter, a call to her parentsand an overwhelming gratitude that, one day, shed found the courage to say, “Enough.”
